the intimacy of after sex. getting to listen to her little whines and whimpers, the gradual slowing of her breath. listening to how the sheets rustle under her body and the little giggle that leaves her lips when she has a working brain cell again.
getting to tug her in close and make sure she’s okay, that she’s drank some water. getting to hold her until she’s at bay. then being able to cuddle her, bury my nose into her neck and continually utter the words;
“i love you, i love you, i love you.”
“you took it so well for me.”
“my good girl.”
until she’s squirming just enough. having her pulled back against me with an arm wrapped around her hips, my lips never leaving her neck until we both fall asleep tangled together.
the intimacy after sex. it’s godlike.
sex isn't sex without the aftercare (scene or not, kinks or not) and no one can change my mind
